Hey guys!

So this is actually a repost story with some major editing and stuff. I used to be "MyAngelsImmortal" but someone stole my password and i haven't been able to log in since... oh well. But i'm actually taking this opritunity to re-write what i had had so far of "Blue Eyes". I am now renaming it "Behind Her Silver Eyes" for reasons I cannot share just yet. haha. anywho. I hope you enjoy this newly edited, and much longer first chapter.

ta~ta for now.

Disclaimer ~ I do not own Gakuen Alice ... even though I would like to because omfg that whole thing with Mikan and Natsume at the end of the manga had me crying like a flipping baby.


White Hair and Blue Eyes

Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway as three men clad in black suits paraded their way toward a doorway at the end of the corridor, hand guns and switch blades concealed in their pockets.

At the end of the hallway, the two flanking men take positions on either sides of the large brown door, the man in the middle left standing alone. He clears his throat and straightens his tie before reaching for the silver knob.

"-then, in 1492," a young female in her early 20's stopped mid-sentence upon the sudden entrance of a mysterious man. "Hello. May I help you, sir?" she asked in a curious tone.

"Yes." He replied, taking a quick once over of the room full of teenage students, "I'm looking for a girl about 16 by the name of 'Mikan Yukihara'." He looked back at the now puzzle-faced teacher.

"I apologize, but I don't recognize that name." she told him, "And I am also afraid I cannot release any students without a parent or guardians consent." She began shifting uncomfortably from one leg to another.

"Well now that would be a problem for me." He gave her a shift smile and reached into him coat pocket, "I really did not want to resort to this." His hand-made contact with the cold butt of his hand gun. He gripped it loosely and pulled it out of the holster, aiming at the teacher.

Frightened gasps and a couple screams broke out in the classroom. The teacher instinctively moved in front of the man, making a small attempt to shield her pupils.

Her hands shook slightly as she held them up in a pleading way. "Please. Put that away, you're scaring the children." She whispered.

He paid no regard to her words as he motioned with the gun, producing a violent flinch from the teacher, for the two other men to come in. They each stepped in one by one and flanked the man who seemed to be the leader of the group.

"I will ask one more time out of common curtesy," he gave the teacher a plastic smile, "Mikan Yukihara, if you please."

The teacher shook fiercely now, "I swear, I have no such person in my class."

The leader let out an annoyed growl.

"Boys." He jerked his head toward the desks.

The other men began to walk around the room, the teachers careful eyes following their every move. The examined each face, pulling down hoodies and forcing kids eyes to meet with theirs.

"Anything?" the leader asked impatiently.

"No signs of white hair." Replied one of the men. He used his hand to yank a black hoodie off a young woman's head.

She let out a small whimper and stared hard at her desk, her hands clenching her floral skirt to keep herself from screaming. "Pl-please. Don't hurt me." It barely came out in a whisper.

"Shut up." Barked the man.

"Lord. You're looking for a girl with abnormal hair and eyes. Why is this taking so damn long?" yelled the leader, waving the gun around as he turned to face the other two men. The teacher took the chance to press a red button inside her podium.

The button would alert the people in the front office that something was wrong. Not even a moment later someone rounded the corner and saw what was happening. Or at least caught sight of the gun and had the sense to get out of the window before they could be seen. The teacher let out a quiet sigh of relief. Maybe someone would call the police.

The leader must have heard the sign because he turned sharply, aiming the gun once again at her face. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a low groan.

The men turned toward the back of the room as it sounded again from the far right corner desk. A hunched over body with a hoodie pulled over their heads was lying on the table next to the window.

"Hey. Get the fu-"

"Oh for fuck's sakes." Said a muffled voice, "Will you just shut up?"

One of the gooneys, starting to make his was back to the concealed person's desk, raised his gun and for the person. "Head. Up. Now."

"Don't you know how rude it is to wake someone up when they're napping?" the distinctively feminine voice questioned. The hood began to rise and two small hands rubbed her eyes, emitting a long, high-pitched yawn.

"Why you little-"the man started to reach for the girl's hood, but before his fingertips made contact with the cotton top, she vanished, "What the…" he muttered under his breath.

Scared and confused whispers came up around the room.

"Shut up! All of you!" The leader's eyes were on fire, furious, "Get out! Out!" he motioned with his gun toward the door.

The kids scrambled to their feet, forgetting their personal belongings, the teacher staying in the room until the last student safely exited.

"Look for her!"

Soft laughter was barely audible from behind the leader. He twisted around to find the mystery girl sitting on top of the talking podium, one leg propped on the edge while the other one dangled in front of her.

"You must be Mikan." The leader said and pointed his gun at her.

"That I am. But I would be lying if I said I knew who you were." She leaned back on her arms, putting the weight on her palms.

"That's not important." He chuckled, "the only think that mattered is that you're not leaving this room."

She started laughing. Full blown, mocking laughter.

"I-I'm sorry. It's just-" her laughter grew louder and she had to put one hand on her stomach, "that was so cliché and looked ridiculous on you."

The leader's cheeks turned into a light shade of pink, spreading to his ears. He seemed embarrassed at first, but he began grinding his teeth and the hold on his gun tightened. His glare made her a little wary. He didn't seem like someone who would give her a warning before shooting.

"Sorry. Sorry." She apologized, straightening her back again, "I'm surprised you're still here even though you know who I am. The last two groups didn't even know what I was capable of. But then I showed them and they ran." She laughed a little at the memory and then hopped off the podium. She took two skips toward the man.

"Stand still!" he yelled at her. Waving his gun toward her face, pressing just a little harder on the trigger without firing it.

Her face went void of all emotions as she took a daring step forward, putting her face right in front of the gun. She smirked and took hold of the front of the gun, dragging it forward and placing it between her eyes.

"Wanna see who's faster?" she teased.

He didn't miss a beat.

He'd already pressed down on the trigger by the time she finished the question.

"Too slow." She mocked as her eyes flashed blue and the bullet froze within the chamber, "and now I'm angry."

Her eyes flashed once more and the ice began the slow trek up his wrist.

He screamed in agony as the ice started turning his skin purple and he lost feeling from his elbow down.

"Stop it! Make it stop!" he wailed, clawing with his other hand at the edge of the ice inching up his forearm now.

"Kay." She said with a click of her tongue.

She crossed her arms over her chest and snapped her fingers. The leaders arm started cracking, beginning with his wrist and then going up. When it became too painful, the leader resumed screaming and grabbing at his arm.

Mikan rolled her eyes and proceeded in performing a swift and graceful roundhouse kick.

"There you go." He began to cry, staring at his dismembered arm with an empty and shocked look, "I made it stop."

He threw her a wild look and made a mad dash for the knife in his right inner-coat pocket.

"Seriously. After what just happened, you're gonna go for another weapon?" she raised an eyebrow at the man.

A knife was at her throat before she could blink. She let out a low growl and raised her hand to snap again, but was grabbed from behind by two pairs of large arms.

In their scuffle, Mikan hadn't noticed the two men coming up behind her.

"Fine." She said coldly, "you wanna play?"

His eyes narrowed and he pressed the knife harder into her throat.

"Let's play." She whispered.

The temperature in the room dropped drastically as Mikan's eyelids fluttered shut. She took a deep breath in and when she exhaled, a small stream of mist came out and then evaporated into the air. Her skin began to pale drastically, making her lips look pinker. A draft blew through the room and knocked the hood off of her head. Her brown hair shown, the tips turning white, then traveling up to her roots.

"Kill her before she changes!" yelled one of the gooneys on my side.

His gooney's brought out their guns and pressed each one to Mikan's temples. She could feel the knife inching into her skin at the same time.

She took the moment to quickly, if not without any thought at all, jerk her head back. The knife fell from her neck and the sound of the two guns colliding slightly was heard. She loosened her arms and slid them through her captor's larger ones. Dropping into a low crouch, she spun on her palms and brought her legs up to push on the two flanking men's chests. They fell back and tried to regain their balance and the upper hand.

It went silent before she let out one more shaky breath.

Her eyes snapped open, looking right into the leader's eyes.

Chocolate to silver.

"Bored now." Her voice rang through the cold, empty school building. A small smirk replacing her usual grin. She blew a stream of vapor toward the leaders face. He inhaled through his nose, taking in a bit of the mist.

His eyes widened and he dropped the knife before grabbing and clawing at his throat in a weak attempt to ease the pain increasing quickly. The mist that he had inhaled attached itself to the back of his throat in a layer of ice, which began to crawl down toward his heart.

Not even minutes later he was completely encased in ice.

The ice began to creep from his feet toward the other two men. Resulting not long after in the same fate.

The screams that once rang through the vacant school were gone. Instead they were soon replaced by rapid chipping and cracking noises which filled Mikan's ears. The three men were falling apart in front of her, but she held a stoic face.

"Ice to Ice.

Dust to dust.

I win. You lose."


hmmm. welllll.

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P.S. ~ OH. And I will actually be posting a Soul Eater fanfic that was on my other account as well soon! So look forward to that! ILYSM.